Mon Jul 09, 2012 4:27 pm by Kirus
[quote="Hrókr Aleacian":1wt36lo2][narration:1wt36lo2]A smile dared to cross his face as he and his new companion entered the armory. There they were; his weapons and gauntlets. Finally he could reassure his own protection without having to use the force. However he would be able to rely on it more than many. His Zeison Sha training had allowed him specific mastery over telekinesis, and along with a natural ability for Shatterpoint, were the only powers he used which allowed him to call upon them more than most of the force users in the galaxy. He would keep that a secret, however.[/narration:1wt36lo2]
[ic:1wt36lo2]"Missing something?"[/ic:1wt36lo2]
[narration:1wt36lo2]Hrókr noticed out of the corner of his eye that the unknown was searching for something that wasn't there. He didn't have to be told that something was missing to read body language and subtle facial expressions. His attention was, however, focused on tightening his gauntlets and slinging his weapons in their proper spots. He was finally complete again.
Hrókr turned his back to the man, watching him from the reflective surfaces around the two men. That was until the unknown man passed him, nearly grazing his shoulder, and walking out of the armory. He was clearly intent on searching for what he still had not found in the armory. What could it be? Something to help them get out of this prison perhaps.[/narration:1wt36lo2]
[ic:1wt36lo2]"Hrókr."[/ic:1wt36lo2]
[narration:1wt36lo2]He obviously said his name in a sort of make-shift introduction. He figured it would help humanize him to allow and attachment between the two men, each a survivor of their own actions. That and it would be easier for communication and narrative purposes to know one another...[/narration:1wt36lo2][/quote:1wt36lo2]
[narration:1wt36lo2]It wasn't until Hrókr introduced himself that Kirus stopped, and looked back at him, his luminous red eyes unblinkly staring at him, as if he was staring at Hrókr's very soul. Now that he actually stopped and looked at Hrókr, something familiar about him, nostalgic even.[/narration:1wt36lo2]
[narration:1wt36lo2]Brushing it off for now, Kirus spotted a guard turning round the corner, oblivious to the hell going on as he was sipping a coffee with earphones blaring music into his head. Once the guard noticed Hrókr, Kirus was already behind him, holding onto several pressure points at the guard's neck, causing the man to drop his coffee cup.[/narration:1wt36lo2]
[color=#800000:1wt36lo2]"Where's my armour?... I know you guards have hidden it... And don't lie to me, I can tell if your lying... [narration:1wt36lo2]Glancing up at Hrókr[/narration:1wt36lo2] It's Kirus by the way..."[/color:1wt36lo2]